Getting enemas with other children around

Most of the time it was a pretty private affair as should be but obviously I knew when sister was getting one and she knew if I was but never any other kids around.

Strangely enough, I do not ever remember my sister, who was 2 years older than I, ever receiving an enema. It might have occurred, and I have never asked her, but I certainly don't remember her getting an enema. I received them periodically whenever I had been sick for more than a couple days. My sister was never in or around the bathroom when I was getting an enema. Enemas were the "cure-all" for me as a young child.

It is sort of ironic that even though my sister and I gave ourselves and each other enemas for play in the bathtub, mom never let us watch each other when she was giving us one. Even though we usually knew when someone was getting an enema by the questions about your tummy ache and when you last went poop, followed by the request to join her in the bathroom and the sounds of running water and toilet flushing, we never were in the room at the same time.

At the time I thought she did not know we were giving ourselves, and certainly not each other, small enemas, but looking back I think she did know, or at least suspect it, but still maintained our privacy. I think her minimizing the embarrassment of getting an enema and keeping them small was a major factor in my enjoyment of them.

I have two younger brothers. I never saw either of them get an enema but I am reasonably sure they both did get them, although maybe not as often as I did. I realized quite early that I sort of liked the small bulb enemas so did not protest too much when mom suggested I needed an enema when I complained of an upset stomach.

My next youngest brother apparently liked them too because I knew when he was a young teen he sometimes gave himself an enema with the bulb when mom and dad were out. Just like I did. One time when I went to use the bulb on myself, it was dripping wet yet. My brother had just spent an extended time in the bathroom a few minutes before me.

My youngest brother is 10 years younger. I never saw or heard him get an enema but one time when mom was changing his diaper I saw her slip what I thought was ice into his butt. I asked mom why she put ice in his butt. She laughed and said it is not ice but is medicine to help him poop. I know now that this was a glycerin suppository. I am pretty sure we got glycerin suppositories until we were potty trained, then it was enemas with the bulb.

I have discussed in several threads our (my sister and me) enemas growing up. We received weekly enemas, almost always together and always naked in Mom's big bathroom. We had done this from earliest memories, so thought nothing of it. We were (and still are) an enema family. Grandma gave them to Mom and our aunt, her younger sister. Mom and our aunt gave them to us, and also our two cousins. Aunt Rachel was a teacher, and was divorced, as was Mom. She and our cousins came to visit during the summer, because she loved the beach, which we live close to. Since I was the only boy, and the youngest, I was just included in everything. It seems Aunt Rachel adhered to the weekly enema routine with Emily and Elaine. Mom and Rachel were closet nudists, and we were raised to be naked at home. On enema day, they did each other, and shared enema duty for us kids. I always enjoyed seeing Emily's tummy swell, as she was quite thin and 2 qts really showed in her. I also enjoyed having Aunt Rachel give me mine, as I had a secret crush on her. I would daydream about her letting me give her one, until I was maybe 15, when I started daydreaming about something else. Neither ever came to fruition of course. Both Mom and Aunt Rachel are long dead, as is Emily. Sis and I are widowed, and live together and have a rich enema life. Elaine has moved back to town, and sometimes joins us for some soapy, splashy fun.

For me and my sister the only time we didn't know if the other was getting an enema it was because you weren't home at the time. The subject would soon be discussed later over the phone to neighbors aunts or the doctors office as a follow up call. We never got them at the same time but a few times on the same day one after the other. Their definitely was teasing as we got older from each other or other neighborhood kids and cousins. The event was usually cousins or neighbors would be at the house and the condemned would be called and everyone knew. Most times a neighbor was told that it was enema time and they would be sent home before the enema was given. Other times cousins would drop by and they would be sent outside or down to watch tv. Having others know definitely added to the embarrassment but usually that other person would be on the other end and sooner or later and it was payback.

In the late 40’s an 50’s my brother, sister, and I got our enemas as needed at the same time in mom’s bedroom. She told us, if I have to do one, I might as well do the other two and get it over with. There were a few times when it was one on one, but not many. It happen when one was sick and didn’t go to school. However, the other two would get theirs when they got home from school. If one was sick, we all got enemas each day till the sick one was well again. It continued like this until the summer I turned 12. That’s when my RN grandmother taught me to administer enemas to myself.

All of you all who have such rich memories of growing up with enemas, you are so fortunate and I find myself very envious, especially for those of you who are also fortunate to continue to enjoy the enema life with your friends and relatives.

One weekend afternoon I had just been given a hot soapy enema when in walked my mom's sister and her husband and three kids. my asshole father says,

"just in time. we just finished giving john an enema">

after I was done I walked out very red faced with my butt still burning and sat on the couch in the living room next to my girl cousin.

teasing me she said, "did you just get an enema"?

I didn't answer but she smirked at my embarrassment.

I watched my friend get a few enemas and Suppositories as a child, some rectal temps too. His father was my doctor so he’d seen me get them too. I will never forget the time when we were ten, I knocked on his door and his mother let me in, I looked to my left and he was completely naked on the floor, getting an enema from his father. I blushed and so did he. I didn’t want to embarrass him so I just talked to him about other things whilst he was on his back with his little bottom up and his legs apart. His dad even let me squeeze the bulb once or twice, with my friend’s permission of course, he didn’t seem to be bothered by my presence.

Reading this makes me damn glad to be an only child!

Reading this makes me damn glad to be an only child!

Getting embarrassing things done in front of others is not necessary. My parents were always good at making sure private things were done in private, be they enemas, suppositories, dealing with messy pants... whatever.

We grew up in a fairly small house. My brother and I shared a room and my sister had her own. As I have mentioned in other posts my mother gave us enemas in relative privacy. Normally we would be called into our parents bathroom and made to strip down in there. While I can’t remember seeing my brother or sister get and enema, you usually could hear what was happening by the fussing being put up. There were a few times my brother and I were home sick together and were called into the bathroom one at a time so we both knew what was happening.

Growing up in a house with 5 children and only one bathroom you all ways knew when some one was getting an enema. Of course during the procedure one of your brothers or sisters just had to come in to ask mom a question.

Growing up in a big family with 1 bathroom it was no secret when it was my time or brothers or sisters enema time, we all tried resisting our fate, thereby ensuring everyone in the house knew, the smirking and giggling as you were led to the bathroom where everything was already prepared the large bulb sitting in the pan bursting with bubbles awaiting us,the smell i will always remember, then my mother would position herself on the toilet drape a towel down over her lap,and helping us to pull our pants and underwear down while we begged and pleaded bending us over her lap while we awaiting the inevitable gurgling sounds and parting of our cheeks for insertion and delivery. We usually received 6to 7 bulb fulls. Then the smirks on your way out of the bathroom ,memories

My mother was always discreet about anything very personal such as enemas, spankings, messy underwear, etc, and although I had a sister that was/is 3 years older than me, it was always done in private, enemas were done on the bathroom with door locked, spankings in our own bedrooms also with door locked. I cannot remember ever seeing my sister getting an enema or being spanked (and vice-versa), and cannot remember ever being embarrassed by someone else being present. Naturally, as most mothers in those days, I did get embarrassed when my mother would tell another mother, in front of me, that I had received an enema or a spanking, but that was normal then.

My sister got enemas often. I only got one. But we were not in the bathroom together at these times. She never talked about them until after I got one when I was nine. That was not sexual. She just told me that she got them. Then as we grew older I would hear her moan at night while we were sleep. We shared a room. I thought she was having nightmares. Then when I was twelve and caught her masturbating and heard the same moans I knew she was masturbating after we had gone to bed. That is when we became more open. I noticed she would masturbate after she got enemas. She told me that when we were younger she was embarrassed and afraid I knew what was happening in the bathroom. She said mom always promised not to tell anyone. So I guess you could say it bothered until we were older.

I don't remember getting one in front of anyone else except a postman looking in the bedroom window once. It was a small house so I usually knew when a sibling was getting one. Most enemas were done when home sick so if I was in school I could still tell by a drying bag. I did help once hold down a younger sister but that was unusual.

Because our family of 6 were in a 2 bdrm apartment with 1 bathroom, there wasn't a great deal of privacy when it came time to bathe, shower, use the toilet, or get spanked etc.

I had a sister a year older, and two younger sisters. Grandma lived next door and was often involved in our upbringing. There is no doubt that she greatly influenced my mom and her son's family who spent a fair amount of time with the rest of us.

Needless to say, back in those days discussions about illness, misbehavior, treatments, school, and general topics, were often conducted with a crowd present.

Specific to enemas, we all knew when one of us was going to have, or had an enema. That even included one of the adults. While not always specified, the preparations, cleanup, and the wet enema bag were dead giveaways.

On one momentous occasion, my aunt told mom and grandma that she had to give my female cousin an enema when they got home. My cousin, and the rest of us giggled and teased the intended recipient who became emotional. My aunt told my male cousin he would get one as well. The rest of us thought that was hilarious.

Later on, my sister and I were sitting on the sofa at grandma's when mom walked in carrying the red enema bag. My older sister, who was more outspoken than I, asked why mom had the enema bag. We were told that we'd each be getting an enema. We went into a state of panic and realized that our teasing precipitated those events that evening.

While my sister got hers on grandma's bed, I got mine in the cold bath tub. I got to see the preparations for hers, but was excluded for the actual enema. I had an audience for mine, with folding chairs for the event. It was extra uncomfortable as the old green Palmolive soap was mixed in.

My cousins shared their experiences the next time we were together and we told of ours. We were much more discreet the next time when one of us were subjected.

Well, I did not get enemas with other children around other than my little brother, butt, I did with other neighbor women around. I vividly remember two specific times when for whatever reason my mother decided to give me an enema when she had a neighbor lady over for coffee. To the bathroom, pants totally off, laying on the floor on my side, knees pulled up, and each time the lady standing in the bathroom doorway watching my cheeks being spread, lubrication added to my hole, then a nozzle inserted. There was not even the courtesy to leave when I had to go after the enema. I believe back in my childhood days there truly was no regard for a child's feelings, you were just there and it's OK because it is just "my little boy", well, in some cases I was not that little anymore.

In our home, enemas were given behind closed doors. I was never given any additional privacy. If mom decided I needed an enema, she would give me one no matter who was in the house.

This too was the case for me when I was a small boy. I recall occasions when one or both sisters were around during enemas, rectal temps and suppositories. I believe it was just an easier way to keep an eye on all the children at the same time. It was also inevitable that all my fussing would draw anyone in the house

Getting enemas in private v. in public may well be a result of parents not realizing their kids are growing up and developing feelings about privacy, etc.

IMO, many parents never even thought about such things. After all, they had seen and done pretty much anything to their kids for a decade. This may have changed in recent years, but I doubt it. Kids being "little people" is a relatively new concept.

BTW, I suspect the same is true of some nurses. They are presumably taught about the issues, but to many it's just a job. Seeing genitals or an asshole is just 'part of the job'.

I did not get enemas in childhood but mom subjected me to various intimate procedures (spankings on the bare, suppositories, genital exams..). However, she almost always performed these alone and behind closed doors (except when the child was very little) so some dignity was preserved — not all because the soundtrack was public and she was not averse to announcing events in advance in front of family or close friends.

Though mom took care to preserve our dignity in front of strangers and siblings, she seemed to have little qualms about it with respect to her (or, on occasion, other adult female relatives). To her, we had "nothing that she had not seen many times", "you know, it's like I made you". During my penultimate spanking, she even told me to "stop acting silly, stop these shenanigans, you behaved like a child so you are treated like one"...

To her credit, embarrassing stuff mostly stopped when we were 11-12 or so, though there were some later more exceptional episodes.

Looking back I realize this seems almost comical. My sister and I were giving ourselves and each other small enemas for fun in the bathtub since we were about six and eight, but when we got a "real" enema from mom it was always in private. Even a few years later when I think mom knew, or at least suspected, we were doing this she continued to give our enemas in private without fanfare. By time I was twelve she knew without a doubt that I was giving myself enemas and she stopped giving them to me. So, until my BFF at about fifteen, nobody other than my mother, grandmother, and sister had seen me get an enema.

As the oldest of 10 by the time I was 7 or so mom and grandma had moved on to the younger ones. Everyone knew when someone was getting an enema as mom would be in and out of the bathroom mixing the ivory into the bag. She would then usually hang it on a bunk bed and come get the recipient and then close the door. There was no secret. My grandmother did have me hold my youngest sister in place once while she squirted 3 or 4 bulbs into her while she was kicking and screaming. My first job as enema assistant.

My mother use to line me and my two sisters up on towels in the bedroom next to the bath. Using one bag and the same nozzle she would go from one to the other - probably not much more than a pint. I seemed to get the most attention. Once I must have got more than the quick douche. I had to make several trips to the bathroom while watching Milton Berle on our B&W TV!

When I would stay over at my aunts house I would get enemas in same room as her daughter . We watched each other get many enemas

When I was growing up I had digestive issues making the need for enemas a regular thing. I was a year older than my cousin Ellen. Her mom was the enema queen. She would be the lady to administer them to me. Ellen also had regular dates with the nozzle. The enemas would usually be given at her house so Ellen was always around. Her mom would announce that I was going to get a enema whether I wanted it or not. Sometimes they would be given in private but Ellen would see her mom come out of the bathroom carrying the full enema bag into the bedroom where I would be laying face down ass up. Sometimes the door would be open so she got the full treatment. Me kicking and protesting as I lay there with the nozzle sticking out from between my cheeks. Sometimes I would wind up bare bottom over her knee getting a good spanking. She would see and hear the whole show. I will admit, when she was to get her enema, I would try to peek in the room to see her mom holding the enema bag up as the hose trailed down to the nozzle which was buried between her buttocks. She was better at taking the enemas than I was (although I did like them as I got older).

At a small daycare with little privacy.The old lady would give us enemas with the bathroom door open so she could see or hear the other kids. I got caught looking a few times and got yelled at.